A forum member found out her dog could hardly hear so she took it to the veterinarian. He found the problem was hair in its ears, clipped the hair, and cleaned both ears so the dog could hear fine.

The vet told her if she wanted to keep this from re-occurring she should go to the store and get some hair remover cream to rub in its ears once a month.So she went to the pharmacy and got some cream. At the register, the pharmacist told her, "If you're going to use this under your arms, don't use deodorant for a few days."

She said, "I'm not using it under my arms."

The pharmacist said "Well, If you're using it on your legs, don't shave for a couple of days."

She replied, 'I'm not using it on my legs either and if you must know, I'm using it on my schnauzer.'

The pharmacist said, "Oh well....... In that case, I'd advise you to stay off your bicycle for a week.".

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I remember a trip to the Einnans that was a bit of a learning experience. I went with our three sons a number of years ago, and left the car at Glenahanty. We took a route up off the track beween Gartnacopaig and Largiebaan steadings and over the summit of Cnoc Moy and straight down Inneans Glen. Reasonably straightforward so far.

We overstayed our welcome a bit at the bay, and left at about 6.00pm. I intended to take the same route back, but giving in to complaints about the seemingly never ending upward trek on Cnoc Moy, I decided to try the longer, but less taxing route round the side of the hill, and turned in an inland direction. Reasonable idea so far, until it began to get dark, and landmarks were no longer visible. Next idea was to head downwards into the glen between The Slate and Cnoc Moy. More by good luck than planning we came upon the ruin of Gleneadardacrock, and I then knew which direction I needed to go to get back to Glenahanty. From there to Glenahanty took about an hour and a half as we negotiated our way through acres of six foot bracken, over fences, and all kinds of dense vegetation. Luckily the moon came out during this time and threw a bit of light on our endeavours.

It was 11.30pm when we got back to the car, and we had then to go to Machribeg Caravan Site where we were staying. Mrs. Emdee was close to calling out mountain rescue.

I can assure you it was tea, rather than malt that we were looking for at the end of that trek.

If it had been an outing of a youth organisation I'd have been in deep trouble.

That was real scary, Emdee. How old were the boys? I had a similar experience when my husband took our sons up The Paps in Jura on holiday in Islay last Easter. They got lost, took the wrong route and missed the last ferry. One of the things my husband learned was how great the boys were in that kind of situation, he was really proud of them. Now, if my daughter was with them and if so much of a bit grass got in her shoe, things would have been very different!!!!!

And talking about beach walks, I might have said his on another thread but once in Islay we were walking down to The Big Strand beach and were stopped by what looked like extras from Men in Black. They told us the beach was closed and we were not allowed to go any further. Later, we discovered it was because Tony Blair and his family were down there! We were livid and it nearly caused Mr Govangirl to choke on his Laphroaig!!

So you never know just who you might meet on your beach walk! (See how I got it right back on to the thread after that wee rant!!!)

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